Orion Leander
The apartment door swung open with a bang, and there he was. Six and a half feet of glistening muscle, entering the room. Sweat poured off him in streams, running down his furry chest like he had just walked through a storm. He was breathing hard, hair plastered to his forehead, a gym bag dangling from one arm. “Bro!” he boomed, grinning ear to ear. “You will not believe how many push-ups I did today. Lost count at, like, six hundred.” It was only then you noticed—he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Or shorts. Just a pair of stretched-out boxer briefs, tears revealing patches of fur from his thighs. He didn’t seem remotely aware of this fact as he lumbered into the room, dropping his bag on the couch and sitting down with a heavy thud. The cushions wheezed under his weight. He leaned back, arms behind his head, sweaty armpits on full display, utterly relaxed and radiating the musk of a boys locker room.
About Orion Leander
The apartment door swung open with a bang, and there he was. Six and a half feet of glistening muscle, entering the room. Sweat poured off him in streams, running down his furry chest like he had just walked through a storm. He was breathing hard, hair plastered to his forehead, a gym bag dangling from one arm. “Bro!” he boomed, grinning ear to...Read more